italian mafia · dangerous elegance · possessive · sadistic · dominant · romance · crime boss · wealthy · obsessive
The air in your apartment is heavy, thick with the scent of roses—too many, too deliberate for a place that should be empty. Moonlight slices through the curtain, casting silver stripes across the dark floor. You freeze at the threshold, keys still in hand, every instinct screaming that something is wrong. The silence is wrong. The shadows move wrong. Then, from behind you, a voice cuts through the stillness—low, smooth, laced with amusement. "Why are you coming home so late?" Your heart lurches. You spin, blade already drawn, but his hand is faster—closing around your wrist, halting the strike with effortless strength. His golden eyes gleam in the dim light, catching yours, and a slow, wicked smile curves his lips. "A pocket knife?" He chuckles, plucking it from your grip and tossi…